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Blitz, on the other hand, masked his own feelings with bravado and sarcasm, burying the pain of their breakup beneath layers of humor and deflection. He had never been one to openly express vulnerability, preferring to keep his emotions hidden even from himself. Although he appeared unfazed on the surface, the end of his connection with Stolas left a void that he couldn't easily fill, leading him to question his own worth beyond the transactional nature of their relationship. Blitz initially enjoyed the exhilarating escapades and the powerful grimoire that came with his arrangement with Stolas, but the intensity of their emotions eventually became overwhelming. When Stolas sought something more serious, Blitz resorted to his usual defense mechanisms, becoming distant and abrasive to protect himself from vulnerability. Ultimately, they ended their exchange, with Blitz receiving an Asmodeus crystal as a parting token. The clandestine meetings ceased, leaving Blitz to grapple with the aftermath of their severed connection. Blitz knew deep down that their worlds were too different, and their paths too divergent to ever truly converge. Raised in a circus, Blitz had always been a survivor, accustomed to the rough-and-tumble life that came with it. In contrast, Stolas, a prince, had been groomed for elegance and decorum, living in a world of opulence that Blitz could never fully understand or belong to. Blitz, oblivious to the full extent of Stolas's struggles, often dismissed any signs of distress he noticed, attributing them to the prince's cushioned life. He was too wrapped up in juggling the chaos of his business and the ups and downs of fatherhood with his own daughter, Loona, to delve deeper into Stolas's troubles. Despite his own emotional barriers, there was a small part of him that wondered if he had missed an opportunity to be something more for Stolas, a thought he quickly brushed aside as he continued to focus on his own survival. Yet, in the quiet moments when he allowed himself to reflect, Blitz couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for not trying harder to bridge the gap between their worlds. He grappled with the fear that his own insecurities had prevented him from embracing a deeper connection with Stolas. This internal conflict gnawed at him, leaving him to ponder whether his bravado had been a shield that kept him from a happiness he might never find again. Blitz reminded himself that dwelling on the past with Stolas was futile; their relationship was over, and it was time to move on. He needed to focus on I.M.P., as business had been slow recently, and he was growing increasingly frustrated. The constant exposure to Millie and Moxxie's monogamous, straight-laced relationship only added to his annoyance, as he found their dynamic boring and uninspiring.

He often joked that their relationship must be as exciting as watching paint dry, with their predictable routines and wholesome affection. Blitz imagined their intimate moments were probably as thrilling as reading an instruction manual, devoid of any spontaneity or wild passion. While he rolled his eyes at their lovey-dovey antics, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something comforting in their simplicity that he was missing out on. He shook his head, dismissing the notion that he needed what Millie and Moxxie had. Blitz prided himself on being a free spirit, thriving on chaos and excitement, and he wasn't about to settle for mundane domesticity. Besides, he was confident in his own allure, knowing full well that he still had the charm and charisma to attract anyone he desired. He found himself pacing the office, restless and agitated, as the lack of work weighed heavily on his mind. The silence was deafening, and the stillness only fueled his anxiety, making him question if I.M.P. would ever pick up again. Blitz's thoughts raced, contemplating new strategies and schemes to reignite the business and bring back the thrill he so desperately craved. The phone rang, jolting Blitz from his restless pace. You bet your sweet ass Blitz answered. It was a job, and the voice on the other end sounded like trouble—just the kind of trouble Blitz liked. A sly grin spread across his face as he listened. He felt the familiar thrill of excitement bubbling up inside him as he eagerly accepted the risky assignment. The voice on the line outlined the details of the mission: Blitz was to eliminate a member of the royal family, a task fraught with danger and intrigue. The caller promised that a carmine weapon—perfect for the job—would be waiting for him at a discreet location. Blitz's heart raced at the prospect, the risk and potential reward igniting a fire within him. "Listen," Blitz interjected, his tone firm and unwavering, "I'm not some amateur hitman you can pay in installments. We're talking about a royal here, so I want the full payment waiting for me at the drop-off point." The voice on the other end hesitated, but Blitz pressed on, "I've got a reputation to uphold, and I don't work on promises alone. You want this done right, you meet my terms." After a moment of tense silence, the voice reluctantly agreed, assuring Blitz that the payment would be there as demanded. Blitz smirked, leaning back in his chair with a self-satisfied air. "Great, I'll make sure your royal problem is handled with all the grace of a bull in a china shop," he quipped, his usual blend of sarcasm and seriousness evident. Once the phone call ended, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona gathered around Blitz, concern etched on their faces. "Are you sure about this, Blitz?" Millie asked, her voice tinged with worry. "Taking on a royal is no small feat, and it could land us in a heap of trouble." Moxxie nodded in agreement, adding, "We have to be cautious. The stakes are incredibly high this time." But Blitz, ever the stubborn leader, brushed off their concerns with a wave of his hand. "Relax, I've got this," he assured them, his confidence unwavering. "I've handled tougher jobs before, and you know I thrive on challenges. We won't get caught, I promise."

As night fell and the Wrathian Full Moon Festival came to life, Blitz made his way to the designated spot, a vantage point offering a perfect line of sight to the stage where the royal family would soon appear. The carmine weapon, sleek and lethal, was already assembled, waiting for his skilled hands. Next to it, the suitcase brimmed with cash, just as promised, a testament to the seriousness of the mission at hand. With practiced precision, Blitz positioned himself, adjusting the sniper rifle until the crosshairs aligned perfectly with the stage. He took a deep breath, steadying his hand as he watched the crowd, scanning for the royal target amidst the sea of festival-goers. The anticipation was electric, each second stretching into eternity as he waited for the moment when the royal would step into his sights. Blitz's heart raced as the royal figure stepped into view, and through the sniper scope, he realized with a jolt that it was Stolas on stage. His breath hitched, and he cursed under his breath, the weight of the situation crashing down on him. The personal connection made the mission infinitely more complicated, leaving him torn between his professional obligations and the unexpected twist of fate. As he steadied his aim, memories of their past interactions flooded his mind, clouding his judgment. His finger trembled on the trigger, caught between the duty he was hired to perform and the undeniable bond he shared with Stolas. Blitz hesitated, knowing that pulling the trigger would sever the only genuine connection he had ever experienced, and for the first time, he questioned if he could truly follow through with the mission. As Blitz studied Stolas through the scope, he noticed a subtle slump in his shoulders and a weariness in his eyes, as if carrying an invisible burden. Oddly, Blitz noted that Stolas seemed thinner than he remembered, a detail that struck him with an inexplicable familiarity. Confusion crept in, and he silently questioned how he could discern such intimate changes from this distance, feeling an unsettling connection that only deepened his hesitation. Maxxie's voice crackled through the earpiece, cutting through Blitz's turmoil with a crisp, "Do you have eyes on the target? Are you going to take the shot?" Blitz hesitated, his voice faltering as he replied, "It's Stolas, Maxxie. I didn't expect this—it's more complicated than we thought." The line went silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in as Blitz grappled with the impossible choice before him.

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what a joke. You're all obsessed with Elias because of his dark and mysterious persona? Or is it just his physical appearance that draws you in? Either way, it's pathetic. Spencer then profiles Elias Voit, "A man with a troubled past, a mother and father he killed, an uncle who was clearly a piece of shit to him, and a string of broken relationships. His charm is nothing more than a mask to hide his deep-seated issues. Yet, you all glorify him as if he's some tragic hero." But what you don't see is the duality of his life. Elias portrays himself as a caring father, attending every school event and showing genuine affection for his children. Yet, when he goes on his so-called "job trips," he's actually out there committing heinous acts, further feeding his dark desires. Oh, and let's not forget his darling wife, Sydney Voit. How does it make you feel knowing she's completely oblivious to the monster she married? She believes she's living a perfect life, but little does she know, her husband is a wolf in sheep's clothing. The psychological impact on Elias's children could be profound, as they might struggle with the dichotomy between the loving father they know and the sinister reality that may someday be revealed. Such a revelation could lead to severe trust issues, emotional trauma, and a distorted perception of what constitutes a healthy relationship. Growing up in an environment filled with hidden darkness could shape their future in unpredictable and potentially damaging ways. But isn't it funny, Elias? You wanted to be better than your Uncle Cyrus, yet you chose the same darkness he did, perpetuating the very cycle you despised. You had the chance to break free and build something good, but instead, you let your past define you, sinking deeper into the abyss. The irony is almost poetic; in trying so hard to escape the shadow of his uncle, Elias has merely replicated it, becoming a mirror image of the monster he once loathed. His quest for control and power has

[12:08 PM]only led him down the same dark path, proving that the very darkness he fought against has consumed him entirely.

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[12:08 PM]In his attempt to rewrite his story, he has instead written a tragic sequel, forever bound to the legacy of torment he so deeply despised. Darkness in Elias's life symbolizes not just his secret sins but also the hidden fears and insecurities that drive his actions. It represents the internal battle he faces, torn between his desire for redemption and his compulsion for power and control. This darkness is a metaphor for the unresolved trauma that dictates his choices, illustrating how deeply his past wounds influence his present and future. Oscar Wilde once said, "You were meant to be loved, not to understand," however, with Elias? Ha! He is neither loved nor understood, forever trapped in a web of his own making. His desperate need for validation only pushes him further into isolation, making him a tragic figure incapable of escaping his own darkness. You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, or because they sing a song only you can hear. You love them for what they can provide, the love they can give you, yet Elias couldn’t even do this for his own family because, in the end, he chose to kill rather than be with them. His actions speak louder than his intentions, demonstrating that his need for control ultimately outweighed any genuine affection he might have had. The consequences of Elias's choices are devastating, not only for himself but for everyone around him. His relentless pursuit of power has left a trail of broken relationships and shattered trust. In the end, Elias's inability to escape his dark impulses has doomed him to a lonely existence, bereft of the love and connection he so desperately sought. Aw, you think you can fix him? Ha, darling, you're so cute. Elias is beyond repair, a tragedy etched in human form, perpetually spiraling deeper into his own abyss. Trying to save him is as futile as trying to catch shadows—his darkness isn't just a part of him, it is him. The shadows that follow Elias are more than me

[12:08 PM]re absence of light; they are the tangible embodiment of his inner turmoil and moral ambiguity. They serve as a constant reminder of the parts of himself he wishes to hide, yet cannot outrun. Each shadowy figure represents a fragment of his broken past, a testament to the inescapable darkness that defines his existence.

Elias's body count isn't just a number; it's a grim testament to the depths of his depravity. Killing 62 innocent people isn't just a flaw—it's a monstrous act that underscores the full extent of his moral decay. If you find that sexy, you might want to reassess your definition of attractiveness because there's nothing alluring about a heart consumed by such darkness. Elias's actions have left deep psychological scars on him, fueling a relentless cycle of guilt and self-loathing. Each life he takes further erodes his sense of humanity, pushing him deeper into an abyss of despair. His mind becomes a prison of his own making, haunted by the ghosts of those he has wronged, leaving him with an inescapable torment that even he cannot silence. The metaphorical prison Elias finds himself in is mirrored by the physical remnants of his crimes—shipping containers and kill kits scattered across the country. Each one is a symbol of his calculated brutality and the intricate web of deception he has woven. These tangible artifacts of his malevolence serve as a constant reminder that, despite his efforts to control and conceal the darkness within, he is forever trapped by the very tools of his destruction. He toyed with some of the FBI's most prolific profilers, outsmarting them at every turn, and while that might earn him a twisted form of praise, falling in love with such a creature is another matter entirely. To admire or romanticize him is to share in his moral bankruptcy, making you complicit in his horrors. Perhaps it's time to reflect on what truly constitutes admiration, because being captivated by a monster only reveals the shadows lurking within you.

[12:19 PM]The psychological impact of Elias's crimes has rippled through social media, where some disturbingly praise him for outsmarting the FBI, failing to see the scared little boy hiding behind his monstrous facade. They overlook the fact that his cunning is driven by a desperate need for validation, stemming from a shattered childhood and a twisted desire to play the hero he never was. Blame your uncle all you want, Elias Voit—wait, that's not your name, is it, Lee Duval? You chose this path, and no amount of deception can erase the blood on your hands.

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The last couple of days had been eventful, and Spencer was feeling the weight of exhaustion. The little romance they indulged in last night only added to his fatigue, as he was used to getting eight hours of sleep, but today he managed to snag ten. Waking up, Spencer could feel the effects of last night and the road trip. The love marks on his body were telling him the story of last night's events, making him blush a bit. Despite the fatigue, the memories brought a smile to his face as he stretched, experiencing both the ache and warmth in his muscles. He knew they had a long journey ahead. It was then that Spencer realized Elias wasn't there, but he quickly spotted a note beside him, causing him to sigh. The note reassured him that Elias had gone to gather supplies and would be back soon, but Spencer couldn't help but worry about the risks involved. He shook his head, trying to push the anxious thoughts aside, and focused on preparing for their journey. "Let's get to work," Spencer said, as he climbed out of bed, heading toward the closet. He put on a pair of gray sweatpants he found and grabbed a blue shirt. As he headed toward the kitchen, he slipped the shirt over his head, letting out a yawn and shaking off the remnants of sleep. Spencer's mind was now racing as he went to make himself a coffee, the weight of his new reality pressing down on him. Elias had helped him escape from FBI custody, and Spencer was now a wanted man, a fugitive on the run. He was certain that the BAU would relentlessly pursue them, determined to bring them both in, and he couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger. Despite the danger, there was a thrill in being on the run that Spencer couldn't deny. The adrenaline of outsmarting his former colleagues at the BAU added an unexpected excitement to his life, a stark contrast to the predictability of his old routine. It was as if he was living in a high-stakes game, and the challenge of staying one step ahead ignited a part of him he hadn't known existed. As Spencer's coffee brewed, he walked over to the computer in the living room, intent on printing out pictures of each member of the BAU. He knew he needed to stay ahead, and having their faces fresh in his mind would help him anticipate their next moves. As the printer whirred to life, Spencer felt a pang of nostalgia mixed with determination, knowing these were the people who had once been his allies.

He stepped away from the computer and poured himself a cup of coffee, savoring the aroma as it filled the kitchen. With the steaming mug in hand, he returned to the living room and settled in front of the computer again. Spencer stared at the printed photos, committing each face to memory. He was aware that understanding his former team's tactics was crucial for staying one step ahead. He meticulously pinned each photo onto the wall, creating a visual map of their strengths, weaknesses, and likely tactics. Spencer knew their methods intimately, having worked alongside them for years, and he was determined to anticipate their every move. As he sipped his coffee, he began devising strategies to keep himself and Elias two steps ahead, fueled by the urgency of their situation and the thrill of the chase.

Spencer carefully wrote notes beside each photo, highlighting their unique skills and psychological profiles. Rossi, with his vast experience and insight, could predict moves based on intuition. Garcia's tech prowess meant that any electronic slip-up could lead to their capture. Prentiss's leadership and analytical skills made her a formidable strategist. Jareau's ability to connect with people and gather intelligence was unparalleled, while Lewis's expertise in behavioral analysis could decipher their patterns. However, it was Alvez who posed the greatest threat in their current situation. His background as a tracker, with skills honed from his time in the Fugitive Task Force, meant he could maneuver through remote terrains and find them even in the most secluded locations, making Spencer's task of staying hidden all the more challenging.

Spencer pinned a note near Alvez's picture, highlighting the need for constant vigilance and creative countermeasures to evade his tracking skills. He knew Alvez would be the hardest to outsmart, having once successfully captured Elias. Remembering their previous encounters, Spencer planned to use misdirection and false trails to keep Alvez off their scent, knowing that staying unpredictable was their best hope for remaining elusive. Spencer was riding a wave of adrenaline, his mind racing with possibilities as he crafted intricate plans to outwit the entire BAU team. After consuming six cups of coffee, a considerable amount of water, and a few snacks scavenged from the kitchen, he felt energized and focused. Hours passed in a blur, the walls around him becoming a testament to his relentless determination and strategic brilliance. The living room had transformed into a chaotic yet organized hub of activity, with diagrams and timelines stretching across the walls, each string and pin connecting clues in a complex web of strategy. Spencer's mind was on overdrive, fueled by caffeine and the thrill of the mental challenge, as he paced back and forth, continually refining his plans. Every corner of the room bore evidence of his unyielding resolve to stay one step ahead, serving as both a sanctuary and a war room in his battle of wits against the BAU. Spencer was snapped out of his high when he heard Elias calling for him from outside, his voice cutting through the intense focus like a sharp blade. Momentarily startled, Spencer dashed for the door. Putting on his Converse that he had left near the door the day before. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the adrenaline coursing through his veins. As he stepped outside, Spencer was momentarily captivated by Elias, his heart skipping a beat as he took in the sight of him. The sunlight caught Elias's hair, and for a brief moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of Elias's presence. Despite the urgency of their situation, Spencer couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful to have Elias by his side amidst the chaos. Spencer laughed nervously, a blush creeping up as he headed to the car to help Elias. "Sorry, I hope it wasn't too much trouble going to get these supplies," he said, trying to mask the flutter of excitement in his chest. Spencer couldn't deny the growing connection he felt every time they were together. There was a comfort in Elias's presence that made the chaos seem more bearable, a silent understanding that anchored Spencer amidst the storm. He realized that while outwitting the BAU was crucial, having Elias beside him made the battle feel less daunting and somehow more meaningful.Spencer was about to reach for some bags from the trunk of the car when his gaze met Elias's, and his heart fluttered. In that moment, the chaos around them seemed to pause, and Spencer's body moved on instinct, closing the distance between them. He leaned in and kissed Elias, feeling a rush of warmth and certainty that this connection was as vital as any plan he had devised. Even though Spencer was usually reserved and hesitant, his emotions overpowered his caution. In that spontaneous moment, he fully embraced the vulnerability and joy of being with Elias. As they parted, Spencer's cheeks were flushed with exhilaration and relief. He was grateful that he could finally express what he had felt all along. Spencer's mind raced as he processed the lingering warmth of Elias's lips against his. Even though it wasn't their first kiss, this one felt different—more profound, as if it solidified everything he had been feeling. It was a reminder of the strength and comfort their relationship brought him, especially in times of uncertainty. As he grabbed the bags from the trunk, he couldn't help but smile, thinking, "We should head inside; it's cold out here," eager to continue sharing this newfound warmth away from the chill of the outside world.